For whom the gun tollsFor whom the prey weepsBow before a warCall it religion

Some wounds never healSome tears never willDry for the unkindCry for mankind

Even the dead cry- Their only comfortKill your friend, I don`t careOrchid kids, blinded stare

Need to understandNo need to forgiveNo truth no sense left to be followed

"Facing this unbearable fear like meeting an old friend""Time to die, poor mates, You made me what I am!"

"In this world of a million religions everyone prays the same way""Your praying is in vain It`ll all be over soon""Father help me, save me a place by your side!""There is no god Our creed is but for ourselves"

"Not a hero unless you die Our species eat the wounded ones"

"Drunk with the blood of your victimsI do feel your pity-wanting pain,Lust for fame, a deadly game"